Buttatones - Travelers lyrics

[Coast] My whole life I was weaker than your weak style There's no excuse for your wackness, keep loud Just to let um know that space style garbage It's harmless, the real emcees they so novice We so bonkers, these kids tryna understand How we do, what we do but it's nothing planned Something said then what up, gotta tell um ?? If you bad wouldn't let you hit my blunt of rags We ain't friends, spare me all the small talk Petrified of your shadow, you all soft I'm not tryna be the tough guy type But if you don't hop off my balls I just might Punch you in your crusty jibs and keep moving I can't help myself they so stupid Why would I be down with your clown a** features So my strengths make up for your weakness Oh Jesus please let me have the strength To not hurt um in they feelings and have restraint I'm tryna act like I'm grown, not hating But I was blessed with a lot, not patience My statements are harsh but I keep it real I won't lie on my heart, this is how I feel Your arrogant approach and your slick comments I catch all that sh**, it's just nonsense I know you hate my guts but can't face the facts That I'll f** you up if it came to that I'm a fat piece of sh**, ain't nothing change Still rapping for myself, still f** the game I worked hard since a kid, still stack paper I don't give a f** if we ever that major It's the cause and effect, mad drama Just expect the worst, it's Bad Karma [Hook - Coast] It's the cause and effect, mad drama Just expect the worst, it's Bad Karma Put it out and it come back speeding Faster than you f**s even come up with reasons [2x] [Tones] It's the cause and effect flying by you when I freestyle This the Healer walking down the Green Mile Look at my words, you see the eyes of the seeds They thinking back to me like waking their dreams Travel your minds with a word to hit you hard Seeing visions of your past sitting in the dark Waiting for the moment with your soul on the line Who knew your gang was plotting on you the whole time ?? with family like ODB at the Grammy's Speak my mind whether or not you understand me I'm live you can't bear me, you gotta k** me Sometimes I wonder does Illuminati feel me I know they hear me, every word clearly always I'm screaming is there still time as it all fades They don't get it though, still the words mean More than the gift of a blunt to a herb fiend You couldn't hit the rags like East Coast said I cut off your mic and chop off your head I'm saying I could back it up, you rappers s** You would have to be out your mind to battle us f**ing amateurs is all I see in this rap game Talking cars, they got your social and last name Holding you hostage on your paycheck claiming tax Money is fake, real worth is what you lack (Hook - Tones) [Tabs] The wall travelers around the globe we blow spots Can't even get recognition on our own blocks Oh you hold Glocks? you still gonna get cold co*ked With the rest of your clique and stuffing your b**h like Stove Top They know not what they do Father please forgive um They whole clique is filled with b**h, I can see it in um I holler and I scream when I see these ?? visions A dollar and a dream that's how the team is living Why bother another dollar, another debt to pay Slugs flying, just trying to get away Haunted mentally, taunted by the memory of yesterday Let's just say it's another reason to let the weapons spray Instead I'm smoking kush, my life's an open book But you couldn't gather the data no matter how close your looked You shouldn't push me p**y you know you shook I'ma throw a hook and spit some heat to leave the beef overcooked I'm unstable that's how I'm able to fry cats You don't need a chiropractor to get your spine cracked My raps climax over high hats I sip liquor til I see the big picture like Imax The main attraction cuz I make it happen Take evasive action before I break your face to fragments Comparing me to lames and has-beens Is like comparing the door locks of Fort Knox to a paper napkin You claiming captain, no you ain't I know you fakes skate like a frozen lake before you leave with a broken face I swear to God it's hard to show restraint Or control my hate when I'm surrounded by vultures and cobra snakes No one's safe cuz I'm walking with d**h Take your head off of your neck, this is war in the flesh You all soft, get punched in the jaw for your threats That's the laws of respect, that's a cause and effect (Hook - Tabs)